'Stay. It is better for me, and for you.'

"No! I'm not like you, Reailt. I won't give my life to this game! I want to go back. I need to go back!"

'YOU WILL BE. YOU ARE. THE. LAST.'

A silent follow. You still furiously trying to access the log out button, but the debug option is locked. Blue screen filled commands that you wrote, trying to broke the system, but none worked.

'I AM SORRY'

You shake visibly, but not because of those words. Your vision and tears and the world spirals out of control. You feel a horror when you see yourself throwing up pixels of rotten foods and repulsed when you can feel every fiber of your being churning inside out. Then, one big, red, and dreaded word appear:

//VITAL FAILING...

"WHAT DID YOU DO?"

'SAVING YOU'

"YOU KILLED ME! STORED ME HERE! LIKE YOU!"

'I SAVED YOU'

You want to scream, to lash out, to do something. Your head hurt like there is a thousand needles thrusting through it. You try to **** the log out, but in your mind, you know that this is it. No coming back. It only took 11 second for the brain to truly be dead. And it has been a full minute. You are dead. Now, you just stare silently at the blue sun and the red moon above the sky.

"Why?"

'BECAUSE I MUST'

"I don't hate the world like you do. I don't hate my family. I don't hate mankind. I don't hate life. I only hate myself."

You claw at your face. The headache came back. It is too much. Ultra violet spilled out on your two hands.

You speak, your face contort and your voice crack with anger:
"This- this will hurt more than just myself."

'INDULGE HERE. THE WORLD IS NOT WORTH IT. THE WORLD IS ROTTEN. THE WORLD IS TOO FAR GONE.'

"At least let me leave behind a message. Please."